just for being
in the body
you were born in.
Then there are those
who try so hard
to hate you but can't.
You see,
I study people
all the time. . .
I study you,
write you down,
read you.
Then suddenly
I'm concerned about
where your heart's at.
How am I
supposed to know?
I lost myself
in that thought
for a little while,
then found myself again.
Don't allow your heart
to be broken so quickly.
Then I put the pen down. . .
I realized
that so many people
suffer a brokenness
that can not be fixed
by my words alone.
But Perhaps. . .
